Black Poetry : A REDBONE GOES SHOPPING

Ride in sharp wind now parked by Ben booty throw darts at men
Here in the parking lot so hot again in a tight dress start to go in
A store, emotions grow galore so complex and ironic sex so chronic
Bubonic like a disease, boys jump on it and squeeze wet like tonic
Girls have strange collision that causes a range of vision open eyes
To smoking pies between thighs cream flies down there surprised
I trip shopping while hips hopping just strut butt, I realized
My breast poling dress half open bless to be awoken
To myself in a deft manner, tight female, slight details I’ve spoken
My flight fails to land on the right plan choking strong doubt on
The wrong route, shopping for can goods see a man from the hood alone
No it’s a boy fine wanna toy with mine I’m a REDBONE in a dead zone
He wanna take me up head for home then throw me in the bed while a song
Play, feelings hidden I didn’t know what to say oh I strut away *** my yellow
Butt Sway from side to side to side oh he wanna ride today and be a pony fellow
Like GINUWINE send my mind adrift; feel like genie and doctor bellows
“Aw girl you flirting today in a certain true way “ oops! I’m alerting the prey
He wanna be squirting a spray in my yellow coo-chee, mellow and juicy
So hello Lucy on some smoo-chee rap wanna kiss my lips loosely
And get sprung on my wet tongue and try get some kind of goosy
Doe, he’s cute and use BRUT smell bold and well controlled so it
Swell to hold his hand not a dumb lad but some bad a bit
My panties wet candies get sticky and tricky kisses maybe sharp-witted
**** will spark to git it but bet his heart won’t admit it
Aw boo you look great I was just shook cake he’s hooked
On my body shape and skin tone that begin a love Jones crooked
In affairs nervy coo-chee hairs half curly fumes in juicy airs sturdy
A yellow soul sister has a lemon pie twist
Brown soul sister has a fudge brownie crisp
A black soul sister has a hot chocolate cake that’s brisk
But boys from the hood love them on that great delicious list